I'm in a room. I see a young lady outside the room. I notice her teeth. She must be talking to me.
COMMENTARY NON-LUCID DREAM LUCID DREAM Sleep: 11:45pm WBTB: 2:45am, 5:00am, 6:30am Awake: 8:00am Tech: MILD Dreams: 1 Lucids: 0 1. (FA) I woke up groggy and wrote tags from a recalled dream down in my dream journal. I don't remember what tags I wrote, nor what the dream I supposedly remembered was. I need to be better about RC'ing each time I wake up to catch these FAs. Additionally, I only practiced MILD at 6:30 waking. Partly because I was very tired at 2:45 and 5:00 and partly because I didn't remember any dreams. However, I could have used a previously recalled dream so I will make sure to not waste these opportunities in the future.
Updated 02-07-2017 at 06:56 PM by 92619
COMMENTARY NON-LUCID DREAM LUCID DREAM Sleep: 11:45pm WBTB: 2:45am, 6:30am Awake: 8:00am Tech: MILD Dreams: 2 Lucids: 1 2/6/17 - 1. My memory begins with me standing outside a building next to a man in a suit. I have the impression that he works for the government or some type of secret organization, but I do not remember why I have this feeling. The man receives a phone call, and before answering he walks down the sidewalk and into a large parking lot filled with cars. I follow him to try to listen to the phone call. When I get near the parking lot, he notices me but does not seem to mind that I am listening (perhaps we are working together?). I walk back to stand in front of the original building. Soon, he returns with an empty styrofoam container exactly like what is used for to-go food at restaurants. He is no longer on the phone. He hands me a list of items and says that "we're out of time, I need you to go buy these items now". I wake up. I woke up from the previous dream at 6:30 as T is leaving for work. I write tags in my dream journal and say goodbye to her. I lay down and begin MILD. I repeat MILD process several times and have trouble sleeping. I decide my intention is set and stop process to allow myself to go to sleep. On several occasions, as my mind wandered near sleep, I naturally began the MILD process again, reaffirming intention and visualizing lucidity. Eventually, I must have fallen asleep. Upon waking from this next dream, I recall a blank period of sleep and then this next dream beginning. 2. I am standing in a rectangular room. There is a man in a suit standing near the far wall. He is speaking to someone on the phone and seems angry/anxious. He is holding a white paper in his hands. I remember him saying: "It's time for sacrido witness, Lincoln Burrow! At this point, I realize I'm dreaming and the feeling of "lucidity" spreads over the dream. I try to remain calm but I feel the dream fade and wake up immediately. It felt like a FA but I RC and I am truly awake. Next time I will try to DEILD if that happens. I didn't RC to get lucid and I don't think I noticed a dreamsign or anything weird. Instead, I simply remembered from the MILD induction that this was a dream.
Updated 02-07-2017 at 06:48 PM by 92619
I had a great multitude of great dreams last night.... but woke too frequently and lost most of them Now all I have a fragments and snippets. In one, I was on a roof with my step-mom. She stomped and hissed at a kitten and it fell off the roof into a pond. It was swimming in the water but crying to get back on the roof. There was a weird earthen area on the roof. A couple of cats were sun bathing on it, but one was starved almost to death and had flies buzzing around it. (I had that dream, on large part, because there was a male cat outside my window caterwauling for females). In another dream, I was trying to sell a porcelain head. I told them I found it in a bunch of stuff my grandmother left behind and it occurred to me that I had way too much stuff too and had to part with some. I told them I wished I could find all my uncles coins. In another dream, I was fighting with my dad. Someone left mildewed dishes behind and I accused my brother. Hate and rage filled his eyes and I kept pushing 'you can't stand that I've said something against your precious little boy?!' My dad raised up to hit me and I dared him to, then left, saying he was dead to me. (I don't understand that dream at all... I was the "precious" one to my dad. He and my brother never got along) Another dream was of driving and getting lost and seeing cargo loaded onto flatbeds and big rigs and gas was under $2.00 Ugh... there were so many others, but I've lost them completely....
I am sharing a hotel room with my sister-in-law, Michelle. We have separate beds. We appear to be on some sort of road trip. In the past, Michelle has given me CD's of J.S. Bach's music as gifts. This is because my wife had told her he is my favorite composer. In this dream, I am reclining on my bed and she is asking me questions about him. I try to explain why I love his music so, and describe what I experience when I listen to his art. I also give her some interesting biographical information on him. At some point, I get up to go to the bathroom. There I see an old, 80's-style transistor radio. As I push the chunky "play" button, the radio suddenly shapeshifts into an old library book on Bach. Glorious harpsichord music pours out of its pages when I open it. The music is elegant, exhilarating, exquisite...and wholly original. I marvel at the fact that I've never heard these Bach works before. I sit on the bathroom floor listening to the sounds, utterly stupefied. The more I listen to the sounds, the more I begin to realize that this music is of pivotal relevance: it appears to be the missing link of transition between the high baroque which Bach epitomized and the lighter, more refined strains of classicism pioneered by Haydn and then perfected by Mozart. I ruminate in the dream that although musicologists conclude Bach is merely the culmination of the baroque, here I am listening to proof that Bach was also responsible for the transition into classicism! Academia will have to rewrite the textbooks! Dumbfounded, I continue to listen to the music. As it plays on, I find myself more and more enraptured, enthralled and utterly amazed at how beautiful this music is. The synthesis of the two idioms is seamless. A lurking sensation however begins to surface in my mind as the music plays on: being a Bachian scholar, in reality I knew of no such transitional link existing in his music. This thought continues to wrestle in my mind and eventually nudges me toward a waking state. Upon awakening, I can still hear the tinkling and chiming and delicate phrasings of the passages of hypnogogic music, not yet completely faded. Motionless in bed and with my eyes still closed, I cherish the vanishing wisps of melody for as long as I can until at last they submerge back down into fathomless ocean of my subconscious. Dreamt 1/17/2017
Family went on vacation, but the new car kept breaking down so we just moved to that city.
I was in bed (in reality) but not really sleeping. At one point, I started hallucinating (with my eyes closed) about seeing our old cat, Sylvester. It moved strangely, and I knew he wasn't real. So it was a hallucination I was controlling it. He walked closer, and hopped onto the bed. I was now seeing a dream version of my bedroom through my closed eyes, and I was still in bed both in the dream and in reality. Sylvester walked over me the way cats do. For a second, I was convinced I had woken up and had somehow "pulled" the cat I dreamt up into reality. That belief was short-lived when I accidentally opened my real eyes - and my long-dead pet vanished in front of my eyes. I was, once again, back at school. I wear, that place just won't let me leave. I'm in the classroom, and the rest of my former classmates are there too. Max, one of the guys who used to torment me, was trying to get under my skin again. And succeeding at it, but I tried to hide it. I sat with my head resting on my hands and subtly gave him the finger. They laughed. At some point I'd gotten up from my desk, and accidentally sat down again next to Ken, another guy who was occasionally tormented by the populars. He was in the "loser club", a group of 4 or 5 kids who were looked down upon by the popular kids. Even they wanted nothing to do with me, though. Anyway, I realized my mistake but tried not to make a big deal out of it. I grabbed my stuff from my own desk and sat down next to him.
Couldn't recall a thing this night.
Trying to sleep last night was crazy so got up and took Advil Pm after about 3 hours of trying. Nothing recalled at all after that but while falling asleep I heard the VOICE say Adirondack and that stuck in my mind all night because I have vaguely heard of the mountains but they don't have any meaning at all to me.
Morning of February 7, 2017. Tuesday. I become intensely aware and feel cheerful, though I am not lucid, during what seems to be the last stages of someone leaving an area that he had been caught trespassing in late at night. I am not regarded by any of the characters in this situation even though I am fully physically present. The owner of the land remains at the rear of a guard’s large building, giving warnings to the other male who had trespassed. This other male however, is now with a guard at the front of the building. I watch him and the guard through the window from outside (on the left side of the building when looking at the front). Each time that the owner of the property shouts something at the trespassing male, the trespassing male then “interprets” and relays to the guard (on his left and not close enough to the window to hear the owner) what the other male had supposedly said. The property owner loudly informs the other male that a helicopter will be coming with people to arrest him. He will also be fined a large sum of money; at least a thousand dollars. He gives a number of minor details. This results in the guard being told (by the trespassing male) that a helicopter will be coming to take the trespasser to his home and that someone will bring money to give him (rather than him being fined). Everything the property owner shouts is changed by the other male to become a beneficial event for him. The guard does not realize this at all and writes down the instructions on a notepad. Even though the situation is hilarious, I am only mildly amused. I turn around to see an amazingly beautiful beach and nighttime scene. I walk towards it, thinking that I might take a helicopter from an island not that far from shore (which I may be able to walk to because of sandbars). I notice an orange beacon in the center of the island. There also appears to be a park shelter or some sort of small utility building on each corner of the island. Still, once I am on the beach itself, my perception and clarity becomes extreme. The scene is so beautiful and blissful, I become distracted and forget that I had been thinking about getting on a helicopter or going to the small island. I notice two sandbars just off the beach. I go to the closest one and roll around and slide with the incoming waves in the wonderful cool water and white sand. Two other people, an unknown male and female, are also enjoying themselves. I first think that they may be playing with some sort of sea creature such as a dolphin or octopus, but this is not the case. As I walk past them, I am somewhat annoyed. I would like to enjoy the beach more without strangers around. I see a large park shelter. There are three pairs of picnic tables, each pair touching end to end and the ends perpendicular to the front opening of the shelter. Two couples sit at opposite sides of the building. I walk in from the right side, having enjoyed being barefoot in the cool water and sand, but I soon notice a lot of crumpled empty packages from vending machine products and other rubbish strewn on the floor. There is a puddle and it looks like someone had even peed near one wall. I decide not to go fully into the park shelter and absentmindedly say aloud, “this is a real pee place”. The other male in the water looks up and asks me what I said. “It’s a pist-place!” I say. “You can’t expect people not to take their stuff out to enjoy nature,” says the male (which also seems to mean that he thinks it is okay to throw trash everywhere as well as put various recreational junk on an otherwise isolated pristine beach). As he says this, I notice an equidistant series of small yellow cube-shaped plastic boxes across the front of the park shelter (which I am certain were not there moments earlier), each overflowing with various items. Some of the items are for sports and recreation on the beach. “I prefer water, sand, and rocks to this junk,” I say. I start to become really annoyed and kick an oversized green Monopoly house (about the size of a football) from the top of the contents of one of the boxes as it flies at the other male, almost hitting his head. I kick a couple of the small storage boxes, also missing him. I then decide to kick him directly in the head with my right foot. Just as I somehow lift my foot high enough to kick his head, I wake up with my right leg thrashing out like a real kick (while on my left side). (Thankfully, I did not kick anyone or anything in reality.) A beach in a dream is liminal space autosymbolism, a typically heightened stage between sleeping and waking, similar to bridges, parking lots, and porches, all of which represent a liminal link between the dream self and conscious self identity during the dreaming and waking process. I usually become much more aware in liminal space (especially as it links directly to the waking transition and emergent consciousness factor). In this case, I was only one step down from ordinary lucidity and at the highest level of (non-lucid) liminal dream state awareness, with full-body awareness.The first situation in my dream is some sort of comedic transmuted “return flight” precursor where another male takes on my dream self’s role. (I never actually see a helicopter and my dream is altered into a sustained increased awareness rather than ending here as it should which is likely why the waking prompt was more extreme than usual.) From here, I deliberately sustain my dream without lucidity and even the personified preconscious element shifts to another scene (not that common). Water and its dynamics symbolizes sleep in real time, which is how I am able to additionally sustain my dream by focusing on the beauty of the beach and ocean (known as reinduction). The fact it is nighttime is a circadian rhythms factor of the deeper unconscious (which delays the emergent consciousness factor).A waking prompt is a biological necessity, typically brought on by the dream self or something else falling, flying, collapsing, rising, and so on. In this case, my hypnic jerk actually seemed changed into a semi-conscious act, as if I knew I had to do this to fully wake (and as usual, the personified preconscious was the focus of instigation).
Updated 05-18-2018 at 12:36 PM by 1390
I had a few dream fragments, what I remember was talking to who appears to be Naruto but not dressed at all like in the anime. He was hiding from some omnipotent bad guys. I was then back to elementary. We were at some kind of tomb in the mountain, and me and my friend was discussing how our homeroom teacher was a serial killer who hide bodies here. We didn't seem too concerned. My friend wasn't able to find his shoes as we walked back and I joked that maybe the dead body had it, and my morbidity shocked him a bit. I covered by saying that my mom was a doctor and I have seen a lot of dead bodies in the past, so I didn't really find it that taboo. We got to a place that sell breakfast, but they only had bread and sauce.
Not enough time to do what I want to do during the day it seems, so my lucid life is about to get more serious. I'm going to try to be lucid more often and do art and music in my dreams and try to produce what I do in waking reality.
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